#woundrous tales

[umbralaether]

20 & 31 ;D

Already answered 20 (link later, on mobile sry)

here’s 31. Doing a pinky swear

Idyllshire was a place of perseverance, of tinkering and crafting and forging a way forward. It was for dreamers, thinkers, and doers. She loved the energy every time she came here, a little community built from those who never give up, who thrive when given the chance. Who face the brands of scrutiny with a shining tenacity.

It was also a place that held a little Miqo’te girl named Khloe, who already dreamed harder than most and was filled with wonder. A little girl whom Eisha had been bringing countless stories to for years now, who shrilled with glee every time she came to visit.

A little girl Eisha cared for dearly, and made an effort to visit as much as she could. She rounds the corner and makes her way to the girl’s stand.

“Miss Eisha! You’re back!” Khloe sings gleefully.

Eisha crouches down to meet the girls height, “Little Miss Khloe, indeed I am.”

As always, Khloe’s mind was on one thing, and one thing only, “You have stories for me right? You always have the bestest stories!”

Eisha laughs, pulling the journal out of her bag, “I think you’ll like these ones, there’s a dragon or two this time.”

“Really? I love the dragons cause they can fly! I wish I could fly. Those stories are the coolest!” Khloe takes the journal happily, admiring the worn cover with joy.

This was always the best part, the happiness Khloe had for stories and adventure. Even modified to suit a child’s whims, it was something she enjoyed recording. The novelty of battle, recalling her foes. Things she didn’t want to always carry with her, heavy and dark, but easier to carry when she wrote them in books.

“Miss Eisha?” Khloe’s voice brings her back to the present, “You’re going to bring me more stories, right?”

“Of course I will, why do you ask?”

“Well… I heard Zhloe and the other grown ups saying you were leaving, where are you going?” Her eyes are wide, pure innocence.

“Oh. Well, you see… I have to go oversea and help some people. It’s really important that I go, so that no one gets hurt.” It’s not a lie, it’s as gentle as she can deliver.

“Just like in your stories! There will be monsters there too, right? And you’ll fight them and win!” The girl jumps up and down in excitement.

“That’s the plan, Little Miss.” If there’s anything she’ll be sure to do, it’s give Khloe something to remember, “I have something for you to do while I’m gone.”

She hands her a small light purple journal, and matching quill, “I know you’ve been practicing your writing. I want to give you this, so you can write me stories too.”

Khloe takes the gifts, hands gripping the leather tightly as she admires it, “For me? Really? I can’t believe it! You want to read my stories too?”

“I sure do. You’ve been listening to all of mine, and I’m sure you’ve got plenty of stories I haven’t heard yet.”

Khloe ponders this a moment before saying, “You pinky swear you’ll be back soon? I might fill up this book before you’re back!” She holds out her pinky.

Eisha laughs, locking her pinky with the girl’s, “I pinky swear I’ll be back very soon. You’d better be ready with stories then!”

She keeps Khloe in mind as she recalls her memories of walking to the end of the universe, of trying and giving your all for the sake of mankind. The thoughts will need to be polished, refined for younger ears. But Khloe would know of the day they faced the end of days and won.